I always found it interesting that those who favor Trump kept calling themselves “The Silent Majority” even though they became anything but. They marched around, shouted, waved their flags, sometimes their guns. They looked past Trump’s many flaws and stood toe-to-toe with nurses and doctors on the frontline of the Covid-19 pandemic, to tell them the science is wrong because this administration says so. They called us snowflakes (and maybe we are) but then belligerently shouted in the face of Wal-Mart cashiers who asked them to wear a mask while shopping. They made themselves known– they were proud of being a part of his team. While they shouted? While they held the line to ensure “they” didn’t come to take their guns, their rights, their… whatever– we went to work. Joe Biden was not my first or second choice, but he is what we have. I’ll never been so pessimistic to think that things won’t change– real, structural change. I’m so thankful for the progressives, for the black women, for the Hispanic voters who showed up and showed out. For the lgbt voters, for the impoverished who found a way to make themselves heard. I know this election has not been called and probably won’t be for awhile. However tonight, I am happy.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.